Author's note: And with this chapter, we've just cought up with season 3. If you see a song at the beginning of the chapter it's obviously a recommendation.

OneRepublic - Everybody Loves Me

Peter had no idea Kim had already met Deucalion, but she didn't want to talk about it. Not when things between them were about to change with all the movie nights and different evenings out. Now that they were both adults, she had to admit he was actually quite a nice guy, not the creep she had always thought him to be. By the time only a few days were left of August the two of them spent most of their time together. Without even knowing about it, he helped her get the alpha out of her mind.

It was almost ten but the dimly lit streets were still crowded with passers-by, mostly teenagers with those adorable loving looks in their eyes, holding each other's hands as they were chatting freely. Kim couldn't help but smile at the sight. It had been a long time since she was on a proper date, spending most of the time getting to know the other one while thinking about those dates gone terribly wrong back in high school. She never wanted to make the same mistake again, watching their surroundings out of the corner of her eye just in case a werewolf or something else was lurking in the dark.

Despite the unusually chilly air both Kim and Peter agreed after leaving the cinema that they should go for a walk around the block before heading home. After a while the streets became quieter then, another half an hour later, they were relatively alone at that part of the town. Kim didn't know how they ended up talking about motorcycles. Well, it was mainly Peter who talked and she only listened with a smile, sometimes nodding as if she knew what he was talking about.

There was no warning before he casually slipped his fingers around hers. He didn't stop talking and didn't turn to look at her.

"Seriously, Peter?" Kim asked with a small laugh as they stopped. "Holding hands? How old are you?"

The werewolf flashed an arrogant smile at her as he took a step towards her, his blue eyes locked with her brown ones. "Old enough to know better, Kimberly," he explained. "At least you didn't slap me. You know, I had no idea how you would react if I kissed you, so... It was safer this way."

With a devilish smirk, Kim pulled her hand away. "You blew your chance, buddy," she said.

She turned around and took a few steps away from him, but Peter soon followed, wrapping his arms around her as he buried his nose into her hair. "You'll give me another one," he said confidently.

"What makes you think that?"

"Let's see," he started, still not letting go of her. "I'm handsome, funny, adorable, and everybody loves me."

"We don't like you," Derek stated firmly before he closed the book and put it on the table next to him. "Now shut up and help us."

At least he was honest; considering he was asking Peter a favor it was the least he could do for him. And, of course, this honesty saved them time as well. So the older Hale thought for a second, letting his eyes travel around the spacious loft until he looked back at his nephew. "Fair enough," he said with a shrug, his claws growing longer after the theatrical movement.

Kim rolled her eyes as she walked up next to him, but her first words were addressed to the younger man. "What a warm greeting, Derek."

"Who is she?"

"I'm the hunter girl you tried to throw out of the house a couple of years ago because you thought I was there to hurt your family," she explained casually, remembering that night around the time Deucalion introduced her to Talia Hale. Derek looked a lot like her, but after what had happened to them, she chose not to bring her up. "It's nice to see you again."

In the background, Isaac raised his hand to awkwardly wave her as a greeting. Kim returned the gesture then turned her attention back to Derek who furrowed his eyebrows. "What is she doing here?" he asked Peter.

"Never mind that I'm standing right here," Kim noted with a sigh.

Peter rolled his eyes while he raised his clawed hands. "You called me here because of Isaac so can we just get started?"

Isaac didn't seem very convinced about this method, but Peter had already told Kim about it, so she perfectly understood his feelings. He was just a kid who was trying to help his friends, who also happened to be the members of Derek's pack. And the pack, as Deucalion had thought her, was more important than family. Sometimes she wondered if hunters were aware of that, if they knew the consequences of killing a werewolf. At times like this she was honestly grateful for all those lessons. Actually, some of the best things in her life came from him.

She sat on a chair next to Derek as the youngest werewolf sat on another one not far from them with Peter standing right behind him. "Relax," he said as he looked down at his claws. "I'll get more out of you if you're calm."

"How do you know how to do this, again?" Isaac shifted in the chair, suddenly uncomfortable with the entire situation he got into. The expression on his face gave away his uncertainty.

"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice," Peter explained, the end of the claw on his forefinger scratching the back of the boy's neck. He was looking for something, maybe the right spot, but it didn't stop him from talking. "One slip and you could paralyze someone," he said nonchalantly before adding, "or kill them."

Isaac's eyes widened in shock before he turned around and looked up at the ex-alpha, his eyes shifting to his sharp claws for a second. "You-you've had a lot of practice, though, right?" he asked.

"Well," Peter started as he looked down at the boy, flashing an arrogant smirk at him, "I've never paralyzed anyone."

Next to Kim, Derek gave his uncle a hard look, but luckily enough chose not to say a word. Isaac was now officially terrified, his eyes darting back and forth between his alpha and Peter, and Kim couldn't help but laugh at this. "That was very comforting, Peter." He turned to her, but she gave him an apologetic shrug in response. It was true, though, because the poor guy was now terrified to death.

"Wait, does that mean that you-"

Before Isaac could finish his sentence, Peter dug his claws into the back of his neck, holding him firmly in one place with his other hand. The boy was struggling and Peter's eyes glowed in a light blue shade as he turned his gaze to the ceiling. It was scary as hell and Kim involuntarily jumped up from her chair, ready to go and help them in case something went wrong. She was more worried about the older Hale, though, because apart from struggling, Isaac seemed to be fine.

Derek probably had the same thoughts on his mind, because at one point he wanted to tell him to stop, but Peter quickly said, "Wait, I see them."

Watching them was nerve-wracking, but when Peter finally let go of Isaac, Kim's heart skipped a beat in fear. He looked confused, maybe even scared as he walked away from them. Walking over to him, Kim did the first thing that came to her mind: putting a hand on his hand, the one he was massaging without looking at it. Human contact can help a lot in cases like this, she knew that very well. It had worked with Deucalion, just as much as it worked on her.

"What'd you see?" she asked softly, waiting for him to finally look into her eyes.

"It was confusing. Um, im-images," Peter replied, still panting from the intense experience. "Vague... shapes."

"But you saw something," Derek pointed out.

"Isaac found them."

"Erica and Boyd?"

Peter thought for a few seconds, not resisting when Kim took his hand. "I barely saw them. I mean, glimpses," he corrected himself with an almost apologetic look.

"But you did see them."

"Worse."

"Deucalion," Derek stated after a few seconds of complete silence.

He had been there as well. Of course he was, but it also meant he knew very well where the two young werewolves were kept. Kim could barely believe that Deucalion reached that bottom, kidnapping two kids and keeping them hostage only to get under Derek's skin. Why would he even bother with something like that? It barely made sense to her since she knew him better than to believe that was it. Erica and Boyd definitely weren't simple bargaining chips.

Peter, not caring about the audience or the weird looks, moved behind Kim and pulled her closer by her waist so he could rest his chin on her shoulder. She had a feeling it had more to do with the fact he had just brought up the alpha than his own needs. "He was talking to them. Something about time running out," he continued.

"What does it mean?" Isaac asked with a confused look on his face.

Derek didn't hesitate to provide a possible answer. "He's gonna kill them."

"No, no, no, no, no, he didn't say that," Peter pointed out. "He did make them a promise that by the full moon that they'd both be dead.

"The next full moon?"

Nodding, Peter confirmed it. "Tomorrow night."

Later, when they were already sitting in his car on their way home, Kim's thoughts returned to the alpha. She didn't even recognize him, the once pacifist man who was now kidnapping teenagers. How could one disastrous meeting have such an enormous effect on someone's life? But, of course, there was Peter's example. He had lost his family in that fire, also caused by an Argent, he was left in a catatonic state for almost six years, then he woke up and killed her niece and other people as well.

To put it simply, the entire situation could be thanked to the Argent family. Not Chris and Allison, of course, because she knew them better than to believe otherwise.

"Are you okay?" Peter suddenly asked, successfully snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Sure?"

"Peter, please."

"I've been listening to your heartbeat, and now it changed the same way it had done when I mentioned Deucalion back at Derek's."

Kim took a deep breath as she leaned her head against the headboard. "Do you want me to talk to Duke?" she asked quietly.

Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he looked over at her. "We don't even know where he is," he pointed out.

Of course, they didn't. She was close to get busted but there was still hope, a tiny little twist on her own words that could help with his rising suspicion. "Yeah, I know, but you said he was there. What if he will be there tomorrow as well?"

"I'm not even sure if we'll find the location in time," Peter said with a shrug. It was a simple statement, no sign of sarcasm or irony could be detected in his voice. He was right; whatever he had seen, it wasn't enough to help finding that damn place.

Author's note: Thank you for the reviews and all, you're awesome! It's not my best chapter; I know and I'm terribly sorry. But I promise the next one will be longer and there might be a little flashback. Oh, and while they're waiting for Scott and Derek's updates, Kim will tell Stiles and Peter a few things about how she got into university.